I served as an assistant White House press secretary for all eight years of Ronald Reagan’s presidency. It never occurred to me that working in the White House could make me sick. It was exactly the opposite.
I felt secure in the protective bubble of the presidency. Pretty much every day (unless we were traveling), I would show up at the northwest gate of the White House, show the guards my pass, and be admitted to the complex for the short walk to the West Wing where I had a small office adjacent to the White House Press Briefing Room, just down the hall from the Oval Office.
I remember…
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Sickening
